"Stop pretending to be dead." Dai Zhigao felt a bad omen rising in his heart, walked over and pushed Chen Mingzhu slightly, but got no response, so he applied more force, and suddenly Chen Mingzhu fell to the ground with a thud, exposing a large pool of blood behind her.
Dai Zhigao was startled.
"Madam!" The old lady named Hong, who followed behind, was even more frightened, her face changing color, she rushed over and picked up the Chen Family woman, only to find that she had already lost her breath. Her eyes widened in shock, "Master, Madam she..."
"Mingzhu?" Dai Zhigao swallowed hard, bent down, and checked for breath at the nose of the Chen Family woman. He was suddenly pricked as if he had been stabbed and jerked his hand back, "This..." Then he started to back away, but he was tripped by the threshold and fell hard onto his buttocks, yet immediately climbed up and ran away from the porter's lodge.
"Master, what should we do about Madam?" the butler shouted from behind.
